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released October 13, 2013

Produced by MYOPIC
Drums and guitars recorded at Full Glass Studios by Tommy Tola
Vocals and Bass recorded at Myopic Studio by Nick Leonard and Sean Simmons
Mixing and Mastering by Nick Leonard
Cover Photos by Nick Barton
Cover Design by Nick Leonard

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Out here, alone, I have come to realize. In this bleak and foreboding landscape created to erase. (Begin to see, have I become, is it to be?) I haven't done what I meant to. How time was spent. My illusions of autonomy extricated reason. I have lived grasping for nothing, abiding by discourse. Shattered into dust: scattered upon us. (Begin to see, have I become, is it to be?) I haven't done what I meant to. How time was spent.

Track Name: Awakening

Consumed with my lies: entrapments agonize. Impending fate rapes my eyes: awakening, I surmise. And now its all too clear - in isolation. This hectic life we live - in confinement. With every step I took, no will to change, I was moving backwards. Awakening: it was all in vain. The punishment I face - in isolation I've brought upon myself - in confinement. But my dignity now, my eyes opened, my shortsightedness lost: Awakening. The world we have created held little value; I gave up the soul of my existence. When I came to see, the lies had fallen apart. I have seen what I’ve become - and wish to be no more.

Track Name: Fleeting Idols

Now gone - horrors converge. Reborn: disposition reworked. The futility of my work, all too late, chasing the fleeting idols. Deserted land, tribulation, our collective realization. I sought which did not exist, left me weak, drowning in my apathy. Worn down to a blunt edge, coming to grasp my pointlessness. A life lost, closing walls come into view: Reborn.

Track Name: Abolition

Cold...the sun betrays my eyes. As I stand here, waiting to leave, drawing breath sharply, while the wind is searing - piercing my skin, left cracked and decaying wounds that harden to form a callous crust. A careless thrust into an ice-laden nothingness. Before me stands the road. My anguish foreseen, whistling forth my shadow fades until I have no door. I am abolished. Anguish foreseen, the burn of my extant scars. Lying alone, those days have gone, in sight my last trial. Taking my final breaths, drawn with no hesitation, fading out into the closing stage upon this earth. On the horizon, a specter of a shadow put forth too soon to regain the life that was once. Forever to remain a specter - in time the Harvester will roam.